Heap Of Words

On a birthday eve: "Age shall mellow me. Tomorrow." Observation: (not mine. Courtesy: Butter) "The body ages continuously, but the mind ages discretely."

The easiest to begin, the toughest to end, Procrastination, I think, is much like the Fiend That casts- of tempt and greed- that fine woven net, And departs with a wake, of sorrow and regret. The 'What if.."s and "Had I.."s, little more of use, Than that of lament, and an afternoon's muse. Yet, procrastinate I do, not learn to recognize, The dangling carrot, the fiend in disguise. Not learn from mistakes, no lessons from the past, "Oh! there'll be time...", Time that runs out fast. The eleventh hour that comes, a sob and a sniff, And there I go again- "Had I..", "What if.."...